Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The koward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!"
                     oscar wilde , the ballad of reading gaol







When was the last that I thought of you...I know not...but am I the one who goes alone on this path...and should I but care only a little for the souls that follow or those as march ahead?

Mode C is a way of life, perhaps my way of life: C for Cool, C for Cold, C for Chaos, C for Calvin. Ultimately, all of it boils down to the way you look at things. Are they not how they are but just how they appear?? No...and yes...Almost all the seriously critical fundamental concepts of life...aren't they just the bogies under Calvin's bed that he is afraid of? Miss Wormwood, Susie, Mom and Dad, and of course above all, Hobbes...aren't they all merely the means that he uses to attack these bogies?

Reflecting on 'living the Calvin way', I have started to believe that life and our reaction to it can only be explained by a number of Calvin and Hobbes strips combined together. The philosophy, as I like to call it, is to know that you are not alone. It is not just my perspective alone that is going to help me fight my bogies. I will be able to inch towards the Calvin way only when I perceive the other perspectives on my way.



   
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Sunday, August 08, 2004
Marry me???


Sunny
He will loot your money
Wicked Sunny



Those are the sort of lines you can expect from the latest David Dhawan offering 'Mujhse Shadi Karogi'. Starring Salman, Akshay and Priyanka together for the first time, the movie has, if anything, got its cast right. The baseline of the movie, as might have been easily guessed by the typical trailer-surfer, is that thandi hawa ka jhonka Sameer (played by who else but Sallu miyaan) and The wicked Sunny (played by Akshay Kumar) vie for the affections of The full monty enthusiast Rani (played by Priyanka Chopra).

With the panditji predicting that Sameer will have a life full of anger where he will not spare anyone who goes against his will, the mood of the story sets in. Sameer goes on to beat up kids in school (luckily, the director was not inspired by one gun-toting kid in one developed country), and calms down only when one of his now-here-now-vanished friends recites one-half of a stupid jingle (???) to him, urging Sameer to complete the other half and thus forget his anger. For all those who are convinced that counting from one to ten is the best remedy to manage your anger, this one sure takes the cake if the protagonists of our story are to be believed. Let me see if I remember the lines...it goes something like this...

Badtameez (!!!)
Chaddar ki kameez (???)
Lohe ka pajama (wow!!!)
Bandar tera mama (cool)
Kutta tera yaar (not sure but guess, it was kutta)
Billi teri mausi (doesn't rhyme na , I know)
Aam ka achaar (why...don't ask)
Aja mere yaar(ooof...over...finally)

Going forward, Sameer is seen beating up the goons who try to molest a scantily clad Amrita Arora roaming all alone in an indoor basketball court that seemed to be located in some kind of a garage (what was she doing there, for God's sake, you ask...haven't you left your knees at home before coming to watch a David Dhawan movie, I ask). Next thing we see is that the lass goes and gets married off to some Mika-types (remember Mika, the Punjabi singer...brother of some other singer...Daler???) Gentleman (some gratitude, what?), thus breaking the heart of our hero who decides to take up a job in Goa to cool off his heels, but not before he has promised his silver haired Dadi (played by Sashikala) that he will never get angry and fight again).

In Goa, Sameer meets a mobike goon of Eagles gang (remember Josh???), played by Rajpal Yadav, an astrologer (Rajpal yadav again), a landlord who has a different ailment every day (who else but Kadar Khan playing the boring routine once too often), his to-be love interest Rani and Rani's dad Colonel (played by Amrish Puri)...all in the order named above. The characters are all interesting in the fact that they are all incapable of any intellect...all of them live life and well...just live life.

Now, this Rani has an interesting habit of keeping her balcony window open while she does a lot of things in her bedroom...The full monty, Striptease...and what not. Now, can you blame our hero for falling head over heels (literally) for the lissome lass??? All is hunky dory till our hunk decides to take his foot to his big mouth and make a mess out of the simple exercise of saying 'Marry me' (it is so simple, David, isn't it?). He gets entangled with Rani's father, the Colonel of the Portuguese war and how does he get entangled...some of these incidental encounters are extremely funny the way they are enacted by both Salman and Amrish Puri. All this starts to get a little boring, however, and just when the interest starts to wane a little, in comes Sunny...aka the evil graha Shani for our hero.

Sunny comes, he sees and he conquers. He takes full advantage of the earlier discussed foot-in-mouth situation and woos Rani and his family away from Sameer. With a lot of other entendres thrown in like Sameer battling six Sunnies (Matrix, anyone???)...Sameer's name (and hand et al) getting involved with Rani's mother (and her pallu et al)...Sameer beating up the Eagles and their declaring Sameer as the boss...The kanta laga girl making a cameo, with this cameo conveniently planted by Sunny in Sameer's bed...Sameer rubbing the guard at his enterprise (played by Satish Shah) the wrong way, not knowing that he is Rani's uncle...and many other Tom and Jerry-sque adventures that make you cry with indignation and at the same time, laugh with disgust at the very silliness of it all.

The movie's climax, though a little hasty and awkward, tries to unite the two passions of Indians, cricket and Bollywood....what with the chaste Punjabi of Kapil paaji, Bhajji Paaji and Sidhu paaji...and the huddling up of some Indian cricket team members (you can feast your eyes (???) on Parthiv, Kaif, Srinath and Irfan apart from the ones already named). What really happens in the end...who actually gets the affirmative answer to his 'Mujhse Shadi Karogi' question...is for the mvie-goer to go and see.

As for the music, it is strictly on the okay side with one or two catchy numbers...the timing of the songs could have been better and more importantly, a few songs that were not dream sequences would certainly have been appreciated.

The performances from the lead pair of Salman and Akshay are superb in their timing and on-screen chemistry. They do make a dynamic pair and the game of one-upmanship does get off really well. Amrish Puri is tops, as always, restrained as well as comic to the hilt. The Yadavs (Rajpal and Rajpal) are good, too with the astrologer yadav hogging more of the limelight that the Eagles yadav. Rest of the performances are complementary and work well towards the purpose of this movie...which the director David Dhawan has once again, and with a panache...delivered to his audience...full time entertainment without your thinking caps on...severe headache if you want to take your head along to the theatre.

Posted at 02:40 pm by Nitai

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Thursday, August 05, 2004
Of rains and the subconscious


I heard somewhere that it has been raining all over the country and what with all the flood stories that the news papers invariably carry in addition to the local 'strike' news, the tidings I got from the birdie seem to be true. The point I am trying to make here is that even given the nature of rains in different parts of the country, I am sure that very few places can match up to the glory of this place on the hills, especially when its pouring like this. The misty mornings (days???) give you that happy feeling in the pit of your stomach...as if you have been looking at the tresses of some very beautiful girl...jet black hair, falling as smooth as the way clouds move in the sky...shining as bright as the snow capped mountain peaks...the never ending fall of those black stars accompanied with the music of life...a symphony that thrills and even scares you...that soothes you to sleep and accompanies you to the ultimate realisation...oh, the glory of it all...the wind, the mist, the hills and the water pouring down...will it ever end...I hope not. Let it continue for as long as it wants to, don't make it go away for it is the reason why we are here, it is a celebration of our existence, is it not?

What the rains have done for me is that they have made me think and think deep (you might have guessed that from the post's initial few lines! :-)) I have been thinking about things that I normally keep on the back burner...happy things, sad things, generally things that can be thought about, lying all cozy and warm in your thick bedsheet or sitting on a chair in your balcony watching the rain splash your feet every now and then. It was in this mood that I came across the latest post on Priya's blog where she had written some of her thoughts (is it the thinking season???) on why we are the way we are. I don't have the patience and the time (have to go for dinner to the city) to write all that down again...might as well do that some time later...in the meantime, if any one is really interested (why...why not??? :-)) in my views on the subject, they can read my comment on her blog.

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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
A pi in the face of adversity

Piscine Molitor...one of the best swimming pools in Paris

Piscine Molitor Patel...son of the small time zookeeper of Pondicherry Zoo, and one with the most astonishing survival story.




Yann Martel exceeds himself and any other writers of a similar genre as he describes 'The Life of Pi'. The book is a treatise on so many things. It delves into the rationale behind zoos, the psychology of animals, the importance of religion and faith in one's life and above all, the life of a stow-away, the things man can be compelled to do...and so much more that after reading the book, the reader is mentally exhausted because of having to take so much in. Yet, the story doesn't drag, once it has entered its flow. Admittedly, the first fifty-odd pages move slow as we are introduced to the character of Piscine but as soon as the protagonist's nemesis, Richard Parker, comes into being, the complexion of the story changes completely.

Piscine Molitor Patel has been so named because of his father's friend who has this special affection towards swimming pools in general and Piscine Molitor in particular. The way the author builds up the reason for Piscine's name is truly creative and engaging...well, not while he is building it up, but absolutely captivating when the conclusion is reached, actually prompting the reader to go back to the text once again and re-read the build up. Piscine attends the local school where his name is changed to 'Pissing' by the kids and he has to endure many a bad days because of it. Finally, when he changes school, and is asked to give his name in the first class, he boldly walks up to the black board and writes clearly: "My name is Piscine Molitor Patel, also known as Pi. Pi=3.1417". This is how Pi is born and this is how it all starts...The Life of Pi.

Pi's father does not trust Mrs. Gandhi and her iron rule and as soon as the emergency grips the nation, he starts planning to get out of the country and move to Canada with his family. The nail is driven into the coffin when Tamil Nadu Government is taken over by the center and the Patel family decides to leave for Canada by a Japanese cargo ship. The ship also carries many animals of the Pondicherry Zoo, to be sold off in Canada and America. The story, walking at a leisurely pace so far, goes into overdrive as the ship, carrying Pi and his life, sinks, leaving only five survivors. Pi is one of them and the survivors list additionally contains a Zebra, a Hyena, an Orang-Utan and Richard Parker, a Royal Bengal Tiger.

Aboard a lifeboat, the partners in peril sail forth as the ship sinks beyond hope in the middle of the Pacific, with no one to turn to...no light to shine forth. Thereafter, the story is one of trust, faith and extreme resistance to adversity that Pi shows. With the hyena making short work of the Zebra and the Orang-Utan, Pi knows that it is his turn next...nut what he doesn't know is that he also has the company of Richard Parker, the tiger, who not only finishes off the hyena as dessert but is looming as a bigger threat to Pi's survival than the ocean and its vastness.

Elements of animal psychology are explained in detail as Pi decides to tame the tiger with tricks, treats and punishments. It is a game of upmanship, of Alpha and Omega, of the greater predator trying to overwhelm the smaller. Pi sustains...but at what cost! A vegetarian believer is turned to eating raw fish, crabs, worms, human flesh and at a point, even a tiger's feces. Pi and Richard Parker survive...the survival kit on the lifeboat helping Pi to live and let Richard Parker live because a Royal Bengal Tiger is all he has for company...all he has to let his hope live. In the middle of all this adversity, Pi does not lose faith and a firm believer that he is, he keeps praying several times a day...to pass time...to let his mind be free???

Pi and Richard Parker meet many things on the way...fish and turtle that turn into their food...another blind stowaway who tries to eat up Pi but is eaten up by Richard Parker...dreams and delusions that refuse to die away...blindness and absolute famine...a carnivorous island that burns and eats up all life forms in the night...

The story concludes as Pi's lifeboat reaches the coast of Mexico. Richard Parker gets off and without as much as even a goodbye, makes his way into the forest. Pi is saved by the Mexican villages and nursed back to life after a 227 days stint on the open sea.

On the negative side, the story does get to be a bit of a drag at times, especially in the opening part where we are introduced to the life of a Zoo and its inmates, about how Pi's faith is nurtured and groomed by people he encountered in his life and who became the shapers of his destiny.

Notwithstanding the above, the book proves to be a good reading not just because it is exciting and thrilling to want to know what happened next in a survival story, but more so because it describes the game of brain vs brawn. The insights into the enterprise of Pi and his immature and risky exploitation of the animal psychology, to try and dominate a tiger are absolutely fascinating. The writing style is good..with most of the story told in first person, the reader is able to identify with the thought process of the protagonist. There are flashes of brillliance in an even otherwise good story...especially in the last part where Pi is trying to convince two Japanese officers, investigating the sinking of the Japanese ship, of his story. The disbelief of the Japanese, their external politeness and internal mistrust, the satirical tone of Pi, the new story that he tells them that is so much similar to the old one and yet so much more believable, and above all, the final report of the Japanese...all make for some very interesting reading.

This book does deserve the Booker Prize (Man Booker Prize now) and I am glad I did not make a mistake when I gifted the book to one of my very dear friends on the basis of its reputation alone.




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Sunday, August 01, 2004
The tragic comedy


The play was a mess...
I must bow down to them, the play was a real torture...
Next time onwards, don't let these junkies come on stage without audition...
What a bore...
What have you made these juniors do...



If you are wondering what all the lines above mean, these were just the critical acclaim that the play 'Dhanno ki Khoj' got from the IIMK junta last night at the freshers' party.

Unfortunately, I had the temerity to write this play and direct it, too. I should have done a better job out of it...the lengthy screenplay did not help at all. There was a lot to improve on the music co-ordination too...and most of all, I could not really get the things going. The play was cancelled a number of times before it finally went on stage in all its half-baked glory. But what the heck...we had fun...and so did all the supposed critics.

The best part was when in the end, amidst chants of "1234 band karo ye atyachaar", Tateja actually came up on stage and literally dragged Amar out of the stage...poor Amar, sitting all alone on his throne, playing the blind Dhritrashtra to the hilt...sorry, buddy but even I couldn't resist the temptation...I laughed my head off at the side of the stage. It simply was hilarious and much better than any scene in the play that we could have stage managed ourselves.

Well, on a more serious note...if you ask me what I really thought of it, I will say that despite everything and anything that the people might have said, I know that my cast did a great job and I am really thankful to you, guys. With the preparation (more accurately, the lack of it), you guys stole the thunder. The nahiii of Dhritrashtra, the shaking old man's voice of Gandhi, the absolutely outrageous costumes and hilarious performances of Pushmeup and Munia, the comic villainy of Kabbar and Fasana, the boorish Aloo, the crisp Chitlar, the accented Chinton...the Hakla Khan in his stammering style, the courageous final monologue of Dasanti, the style of James Tond, the one-shot daring of Dhanno and above all, the now-so-popular act of Bajgayee...how can anyone even dare to say anything bad about my cast...and who are you to pass judgements when you did not have the guts enough to come and perform yourself. It is so easy to sit and pass judgements but it is only when you come on stage with a preparation of half-an-hour and not even a single full rehearsal with the entire cast, that you know what it takes to get up and be counted. Once again, even though I am repeating myself, I am really proud of you guys, the show rocked...

Talking about rocking, the freshers' party rocked too, well...all of it except the food. I did expect a better quality of food at Taj but then again, with all the other sidelines coming up after the drinks were on, nobody was complaining. The drinks (not for me) and dancing (I did shake a leg or two) went on till three in the wee hours of the morning and when we finally reached the hostel, half of the people were puking and the other half too tired to even puke.

So here goes, another party at IIMK, where we work hard (no doubt about it...you just need to take a look at our submissions and quiz schedule) but party even harder...

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Thursday, July 29, 2004
Clearing the back log


I was thinking of doing this for a long time but is was only day before yesterday that I was finally able to go to NIT, Calicut. I must say that I was impressed by the buildings and infrastructure of NIT...I had not thought that they would be so good. The bike ride from IIM to NIT at one in the night was also pretty good...if you just discount the fact that I might not really venture alone on that creepy, dark and silent road at odd times (read one in the night). However, I was a little surpirsed that people from IIM take the pains of going all across the eight kms distance to NIT for the same things that they could have got in their canteen. It might be possible that we went to the wrong joint but what was available there was none the better or more compared to the maggis and parathas of the nite canteen at IIM. Anyways, this one was for the experience and that is that, I guess.

Another pending thing that was finally seen through was the presentation on Infosys. Last night, I actually came out with the complete presentation and though I wanted it to be more interactive but somehow, I lost out on the time management part. Compared to the numbers often reserved for a Konsult gathering, I think there was a decent gathering at the presentation ...hope my mail did that :-). I did receive complaints about the first few slides that had most of the data from the Infy web site and which I just ran through. Perhaps the slides was not required...or even if they were, perhaps the pace was not right...the reason I put all those slides in the first place was that the kind of impression that I could make of the general nature of rpesentations here at IIM is that they are generally data intensive. I admit that most of the times, the data is relevant but in my case, it might not have been so. I had just performed an experiment where I actually wanted to modify my style a bit...the experiment might have gone off mark...I am not sure.

The freshers party has been announced and we are going to have it this Saturday night at The Taj (you read it right, THE Taj). Lots of activities have begun in our batch and once again, it is the game of group dynamics that is coming to the forefront. Activities are being planned and teams made for the events. I think that the singing and the dancing is already finalised and the practice is going on. I am planning to get into the Mad Ad fillers and might even go for a skit. The previous idea of the skit, based on a modern version of the Ramayana epic was finally withdrawn...and wisely so...it has been done so many times already that people might even start throwing tomatoes and eggs. I do have some ideas...let's see if I can involve some people and actually do it...hardly any time left but the enthu is on...

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